USNAVI : caribbean island type

                    ❝ ---CAN I ask why you’re in Washington Heights? I dunno lo siento I just...I don’t know we’re a SMALL community...you can’t tell me you SMELLED my coffee all the way from here--- ❞ It’s a SMALL joke, and USNAVI can’t keep the HINT of nerves from voice. It’s true there has been CRIMES happening all over NYC but, he sort of hoped that Washington Heights would’ve been--somewhat spared. A naive ideal he knows this. ❝ I mean yo, can we be REAL for a moment what is it you’re looking for? I just...I don’t want to worry ANYONE...❞

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❤ = kissing them 

                          SOMETIMES, the best way to get Usnavi to be quiet for a couple minutes it to SEAL his lips closed, and that’s OBVIOUSLY what Peggy has in mind when she pressed lips to his. For a moment he’s caught off guard, cheeks reddening as she presses her pretty rose petaled lips against his OWN. There’s hesitation as he goes to KISS her back for, he can’t BELIEVE he’s kissing Peggy—HIS girasol. Breath hitches in chest as he fingers go to wrap around her waist, and BRING her closer to his mouth. It’s ALL or nothing, and Usnavi who is so painfully shy isn’t ABOUT to let her get away now. Lips become more confident as they work against her OWN full lips, and tongue goes to part her lips. He tastes a BIT of Margarita, and he swears he’s on cloud nine. He’s so sure this is what heaven tastes like, and he sighs a bit as digits press into her back. Usnavi ISN’T going to waste this moment. He kisses her until they’re practically out of breath, and when it’s over he looks like some fish. Mouth opening & closing as he TRIES to find the words to describe what kissing her is like. 

                                 ❝  T–Tha–That was muy agradable– ❞ As he goes to shake head, and he laughs lightly. EVERY part of him is shaking, and he can’t believe his LUCK in kissing Peggy. ❝ You taste…really good–❞ He winces a bit as he goes to turn head to the side.  

                  He’s LONG abandoned broomstick yes, he KNOWS it’s his job to clean up the area around the bodega. Although, he can’t HELP but hear what the LOVELY ladies across the way are saying. They’re talking about MEN...that common ground in which women feel as if ALL men are dogs. Usnavi can’t help but laugh as he cants head, and an ear their way. HE honestly thinks they’ve all been dating the WRONG guys but, Vanessa is over that way, and he’s NOT about to disturb her. The girls ALREADY know of his MANY free coffee’s that’s been served HER way. Usnavi’s eyes round as they then get into MORE serious talk, and he walks away. Resuming his cleaning of the area around shop. When a woman walks by, and he can’t help but have fingers go to brush against her forearm, 

                   He busies himself in his SMALL bodega. It’s a modest family owned store that sells everything from advil to the latest cheap electronic devices. Usnavi busy brewing the morning coffee---after all, it’s what he’s KNOWN for. Washington Heights would come to a standstill if he didn’t make coffee, and meanwhile he’s softly rapping--he’s tapping upon coffee filters as he lets a rhyme slip that brings together the candy wrappers, and condom wrappers...he’s gotta keep himself busy right? A slight yawn as he goes to stretch, and the BELL sounds. Turning around he offers a smile to the NEWEST customer.